Hakeem whistled and shook his head.
“What made you want to propose?”
“You know how when mothafuckas say when you know you know?” I saw Chandler shake her head behind the camera. “My bad. Can I say mothafuckas on here?”
“Yeah. You’re good.” Hakeem laughed. “Say what you want. Worst case scenario, we can bleep it.”
“Alright, cool.”
“Let me shift though”—Eric turned in his seat slightly—“Myome, when did you know Drix was the one?”
“Honestly?” Myome ran her finger along the ring on my finger. “I knew my husband was meant to be my husband the first time I spent time with him and his family. He’s a little rough around the edges to the public, but he’s…” She paused while she thought of a good word. “He cares about a lot more than he lets on.”
“So, he’s a little soft on the inside? A’ight. I feel that.”
“I’ll still beat a mothafucka up though and don’t bleep that shit because I mean it,” I said.
“Nah. That’s real.” Eric snickered. “Every man needs a woman who can be their soft place to land and they can be open with.”
“Does Myome do that for you?” Hakeem asked.
“If she didn’t, she wouldn’t be Mrs. King.” I held her hand up.
She and Eric laughed. Hakeem whistled.
“That fucking ring is insane,” he said.
“Thank you.” Myome smiled and wiggled her fingers.
“I see you flexing it,” Eric chuckled.
“She would want to after what I cashed out,” I joked and the three of them laughed.
“Are we still on the wedding night?” Hakeem asked. “Can I ask another question about it?”
“You asking if you can ask makes me feel like it’s gon’ be some bullshit. Don’t make me whoop yo’ lil ass on camera for disrespecting my wife or marriage, Hakeem,” I warned.
“Nah. I’m not on that type of time with you, but that was a good segue for what I wanted to ask actually. The night y’all got married, there was an altercation outside the club where y’all were spotted together for the first time. After that picture of you and Niecy in the studio leaked, people were saying Myome put hands and feet on her that night outside the club because she found out you were fucking with Niecy and gave her a pity ring. Do you want to comment on that?”
“Ain’t you just say you weren’t going to play on my marriage, bitch?” I sat up.
Myome’s hand met my chest and she lightly pushed me back into the couch.
“Niecy and Drix had an altercation. Trapp jumped in to defend Niecy. I jumped in to defend Drix. It was a stupid night with alcohol and things just got really crazy really quickly.”
“Do you want to speak on the altercation that kicked it all off with Drix and Niecy?”
“Nah,” I deadpanned.
“And the picture taken in the studio?”
“She released a statement about it. Reread it.”
“And what about you, Myome, being seen with a famous athlete?”
“We’re old friends who went to college together. He was in town and we hung out.”
“So, Drix fought, you fought, then Drix had a crazy scandal in the media and you had a scandal in the media a few days later? Am I getting that right?” Eric questioned.